I don’t like the rain

It wets me, it still rains, shameless

I don’t like the rain, sometimes

But, I like to see people, so faraway in the rain … and walking

I don’t like being in the crowd when it rains

I feel cold, I feel wet, I don’t like those days

I like to see the rain as it falls, onto my wet hands

I like the rain on my face, it rains on my eyes

I don’t like buses and shops, it suffocates me

The air is humid, rainwater fill the shops

I like the rain ripples on the mud puddles

I like yellow mud brown mud, I like rain drops

I don’t like frogs, mosquitoes, centipedes in the rain

I don’t like wet clothes; mine are wet in the rain

I like the smell, the rain smell of the first rain

I like to hold your hand, and walk against the rain

It wets me, it still rains, shameless

I don’t like the rain, sometimes

But, I like the feeling on my legs as rainwater flows around them